Coloratura Clouds

coloratura clouds

darken trills and runs

then the sky turned red,

as above,

infant stars throw tantrums

suckled on the blue streams.

turgid penis pop up. so below,

cascades of religion let devils dream

reality rayleigh scattering 

mustard seeds on the mission trail. 

under this new sky

they wake to see the sunrise.

they left rapid-fire behind

and hues to deadhead sunflowers,

everyone saw the flash of light.

coloratura clouds

float on boxed breaths, phallic bass,

air raid sirens are lullabies. heal the inside

walking the tightrope of extremes,

pain exists in both the heart and brain.

organs of pain: heart and brain.

balance of reason and passions

hold the essence of perfect union,

of the combined conscious states 

of heart and mind. blood and guts

mix. mix, mix, mix the palette. light up!

blood and guts paternal…

war by the prick of the thumb. 

coloratura clouds

absorb all the oxygen.

fallout burns folk art, treasures

we must count in the cultural catastrophe.

bloodthirsty bastards, where is St. George?

operatic high spirits come

wickedly predicted to the womb.

nuclear concert leaps geography

where substrate sits on substrate

as feathery hope circles doom.

oceans eat the rivers of globalization.

the just must keep engaging.

there is only to stop the unacceptable.